Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Holy crap. Was he serious? That sounded like a movie plot. What did I say to that? I turned back to the photo.
“Can I ask what happened to Saylor, or is that being too nosy?” I regretted it as soon as I said it. I knew it was being nosy, but I felt bad for her. I mean, it wasn’t Halo’s fault at all, but wow. Losing someone you loved, then finding out they had not only cheated on you, but left behind a baby.
Than’s short laugh surprised me. “She’s good. Happy. Going to hell, but aren’t we all?”
Going to hell? Scrunching my nose, I frowned at him.
That amused him more for some reason. “Saylor is engaged to a former priest. And when I say former, I mean, he was a priest until he was knocked from glory by the desire for Saylor’s puss—” He cleared his throat. “What’s between her legs.”
I wasn’t Catholic, but even I knew that was a big deal. “Oh.” I didn’t know what else to say.
Than’s grin went wide, and he nodded. “Yeah. Oh.”
I licked my lips and let out a small laugh. I mean, it was kinda funny. I was also glad that the stranger in the photo had found happiness. Halo and Bane sure seemed happy.
“I’ve always wondered how priests do that. Most men are controlled by their, uh…urges. At least, that’s what Momma always said.” I blushed. I hadn’t meant to blurt it out that way.
Than’s gaze did a slow drift down my body as he took the few steps over to me. “Controlled by our urges, huh?”
I swallowed hard and shrugged. “I mean, I don’t know. I’m not a wealth of knowledge about it, but like I said, Momma would just say it a lot.”
Than tilted his head to the side as he stared down at me. “Hmm,” he replied. “We are weak when it comes to a pretty face.” He touched the spot under my chin with his fingertip, then ran it down my neck, along my collarbone, then to the swell of my breasts, where he stopped. “And when the face comes with a body and a cunt that tastes like candy, we do tend to stop listening to reason.” His voice dropped until it was a husky whisper.
I shivered as his palm covered a breast and gently squeezed.
“You really need to wear a bra.” His eyes were on my chest as he spoke. “As if you weren’t already lethal to a man’s willpower, you have to add your bouncing titties to the package and keep me hard all the fucking time.”
And trigger my wet panties. Dammit. That was all it took. After a day of barely looking at me, he was now talking about me making his cock hard. He’d flirted with other girls around me. Was my self-worth so low that I was just going to let him grope my boobs and do whatever he wanted? I was convenient. Nothing more to him. Just because I felt things with him that were new for me didn’t mean he had any feelings other than being horny where I was concerned.
With the image of Bane staring down at Halo and the envy I’d felt, seeing how much he loved her, fresh in my mind, I found the strength to step back.
Than’s hand slipped from me as I put distance between us. The confused frown that crinkled between his brows as he stared at me was just more proof that I’d been acting like my mother. He’d assumed I’d let him touch me and do what he wanted because I’d done so twice this morning.
“That’s, uh…” Think, Montana. Use your words. “I think it’s best that we don’t do that…those things anymore.” I cleared my throat. “That was a mistake.” One that had felt amazing until I had time to see the big picture around it.
Than licked his bottom lip, then pulled it through his teeth. “What aren’t we gonna do anymore, Six?” he asked, taking a step toward me.
I took another back and shook my head.
He stopped, and we stood there silently. Keeping my resolve was hard. When we were alone, I could forget that he only showed me any affection when we were naked. Otherwise, he treated me as if I were some little kid he had to babysit.
“You didn’t seem to have a problem with it when you were writhing beneath me this morning, crying out my name while you came.” The edge to his voice made it clear he wasn’t happy about this.
“That was this morning. I’ve had all day to…” I stopped. How did I say this? I didn’t want him to think I wanted a commitment from him. “Think. And I—I can’t do that with someone and there be nothing else. I’m not just a body to be used. I’m a person.”